Future Leaders Of The World - k** Pop lyrics

Welcome to the show everyone Let go k** your mind have some d** I don't give a f** where you from As long as you get high Wake up what are you waiting for Times now life is yours life is short Truth's something you can't buy in stores Unless it's leveled 4 We're the new sensation taking over the nation On all TV soundwave radio stations Infiltrating incubating shaking revelations at the speed of light In an alien ship fuk the big wig pigs Eatin fat off of kids making doe outta sh** Selling dope ritalins pop culture's dead Vultures eat what their fed FBI FCC seceded, see I'm a code red So f*** what your parents think Forget what you teachers preach Their words are just useless speech To make you think what they think is how you outta outta live I've heard it a million times politicians and all their lies Shut your mouths tell the truth you swines America's dead I'm alive live sue me see me k** pop dead on the radio, circus home made from buffalo Sold out tickets to every show Drugs are illegal so we k** microphones k** pop, k** pop well it's already dead At least to me in my head I see your glam and glitz fake tits and gold rings Collagen lipsh** diamond earrings Lipos**ed a** your nose is plastic And when you sniff coke it melts like hot wax b**h So f*** all you losers hiding in clothes cars and diamonds You couldn't buy a real you so the real world reeled you I walk run scream sing and rap talk you get bent on your Knees by TV's and a** f**ed tools So f*** what your parents think Forget what you teachers preach Their words are just useless speech To make you think what they think is how you outta outta live I've heard it a million times politicians and all their lies Shut your mouths tell the truth you swines America's dead I'm alive live sue me see me k** pop dead on the radio, circus home made from buffalo Sold out tickets to every show Drugs are illegal so we k** microphones We got a brand new cd for you baby With a bunch of snazzy tunes They'll make a profit of this prophets hanging So sell and tell me what to do We got a brand new cd for you baby With a bunch of snazzy tunes They'll make a profit of this prophets hanging So sell and tell me what to do Make some hits and get those kids head banging It's the critics choice to choose Corporations are the artists painting It's the people voice to lose... k** pop dead on the radio, circus home made from buffalo Sold out tickets to every Drugs are illegal so we k** microphones